I am. It was harder to stop being a sulker in my sixth decade than it was to stop sucking my thumb at six. Both efforts were sprinkled with lapses. Dictionary.com defines the verb “sulk” as ” to remain silent or hold oneself aloof in a sullen, ill-humored, or offended mood.” This is how some […]
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My daughter Kim and I have shared many road trips. We also shared the understanding that junk food eaten on road trips has no calories and was the just reward of those tackling the highways. With unabashed eagerness we would leap out of the car, wrinkled maps, stiff bodies and even destinations forgotten as we […]
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Thanks to all you readers who slogged your way through The House on State Street series. I am giving myself a little break to recuperate from the series, but I was hoping to cheat a bit on posting by asking those of you who have not followed “A Good Enough Life” from its inception in […]
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“Another Country Heard From” “Another Country Heard From” is an idiom usually used to point out that another viewpoint has been added to a conversation. It is not particularly complimentary. My title refers literally to another country, that of my husband Hutch: Ireland. The story of our relationship has been thoroughly described in many other […]
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THAT DARN SECURITY SYSTEM! My mother would have dubbed the State Street house security system “more bother than it was worth.” How it worked was you set the system when you left the house. When you opened the door on your return or accidentally set off the alarm – heh, heh, you had so many […]
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GUARDING THE GARDEN While the tulips in Washington Park were preparing for stardom, I was facing my first time gardener status. Yes, heretofore, husbands had taken care of Mother Nature’s bounty, although I had managed to plant and produce some decent tomatoes at one apartment. I was a hard worker and for heavens’ sakes, I could […]
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